Establishing Dominance Xiomara Tempest Vs Triumph

[Bare]

Xiomara smiled positively blissfully as she heard Triumph’s scream of pain from her back stabber. “Poor baby.” She said mockingly to him as she gained that devilish glint to her eyes as she grabbed the top ropes and used them to vault her self up... Before bringing her feet crashing downwards into the back of Triumph’s head for a brual double stomp to the playboy’s skull! On top of this Xio would smirk evilly as she held the ropes as support to keep her heels pressed firmly into Triumph’s head preventing him from escaping her clutches. “See? This is where you belong. Under your princesses heel.... Peasant.” Xio spat out, talking down to the boy under knowing he’d more than likely enjoy it. Even if his big talk earlier suggested otherwise. But she knew his type

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With his back to the sultry vixen, Triumph had no opportunity to move as she continued her assault, driving her feet into the back of his masked head. Another wail escaped his lips as he was shoved forward, face pinned into the turnbuckle as Xiomara held him there. His arms flailed aimlessly as he tried to get a grip of her ankles and peel her feet away from his head, but he had no leverage in his position.

When she spoke he felt himself blushing furiously as the temptress mocked him. He wriggled in the corner, trying to shift his body away from the heels digging into his skull.

"Nghh... let me out of this... witch..." he blurted desperately, unable to free himself with his own strength!

[Bare]

Xiomara smirked down at the boy in her clutches. Right now this was only the first stage, the initial humilition. Where he’d try to resist, but soon his libido would get the better of him. All Xio needed to do was drive him even crazier. Pushing herself off him and standing on either side of the boy she would reach down and grab Triumph by the shoulders. Lifting him up she would turn him over and force him to be propped up against the corner. “Care to guess what I’ll do to you while sat up like this?” She purred tracing her fingers over his masked face while bending over giving him a good luck at her breasts to keep him nice and distracted.

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Triumph offered little resistance as Xiomara shoved the playboy's body around with ease. His arms flapped aimlessly as she peeled him out of the corner, only to twist him around and shove him back into the turnbuckle where he slumped, breathing heavily with his hands draped over the top ropes.

He started to try and push himself out of the corner, but the minx was upon him again, her beauteous features close, fingers tracing sultry lines over the outline of his mask as she spoke in a disarming purr. The bumbling billionaire felt a tightening in his crotch as she leaned forward with her perfect bust just inches away as she questioned him.

"Wha... what?" he blurted stupidly, his head still spinning from her attacks and his eyes drawn to her mesmerizing breasts that were thrust towards his face, a sitting duck for whatever Xiomara had in store!

[Bare]

Xiomara smirked hearing the bumbling billionaire’s blubering towards her teasing actions. She knew he would be easy to manipulate, all it took was a good shot of her girls, a little hand to face contact, and a sexy drawl. ‘God boys are easy too mess with.’ Xio thought to herself as she stood up and winked at Triumph with a devious smirk. “This!” She said suddenly with a savage expression on her face as she grabbed Triump bu the mask and forced him up into a standing position against the corner. She would then grab the middle rope and raise her leg up before extending it forward pressing her foot into the masked boy’s neck for a painful corner foot choke!

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Entranced by Xiomara's assets as he was, Triumph almost forgot he was in a wrestling match. That is, until the temptress grabbed him by his mask and yanked him to his feet. He had a moment of surprise to register what was happening before she shoved him effortlessly into the corner and extended one long leg towards him.

"HNNGH!" Triumph blurted in surprise as Xiomara's foot was jammed into his throat, pinning the playboy back into the corner where he could do little but flap and flail at her ankle. Legs splayed open, he squirmed helplessly, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he tried to breathe.

[Bare]

Xiomara smirked keeping her foot pressed against the playboy’s throt for as long as the ref would allow before threatenging to disqualify her. Smirking though she found it tempting to accept the dq. The sputtering, pain filled eyes of Triumph, muddled with lust was driving her crazy. This is what she lived for in the ring. She was getting it, and she was gonna get more. Thus right before the ref could call for the bell she released Triump allowing him to breathe and keeping her in the match. However just because Triump could breathe now doesn’t mean Xio would let him do so easily. Expecting him to slide onto his but Xiomara would grab the top ropes and use the bottoms as a spring to launch herself up before sailing down to crash into his chest for a bronco buster! If succesful she would continue bouncing up and down battering the playboy’s chest like there was no tomorrow!

[arktriumph]

Triumph was a mess. The foot choke made him light-headed and it was only the referee's intervention that allowed him to be free, only for the blue-clad playboy to sink into a sitting position against the turnbuckle, mind spinning under Xiomara's advances. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew she was deliberately trying to distract him, but he couldn't help himself. The combination of her allure and her overwhelming wrestling power left him as little more than a punching bag for her.

He moaned faintly, trying to pull himself up, but Xiomara was already moving. Looming over him she leapt into motion, clutching the top ropes. The temptress's exquisite frame rose into the air, legs opening before she came crashing back down on Triumph in a bronco buster!

"Unghh.! Unfff! GNNGH!" He burbled under the stream of impacts that pounded his chest, his whole body juddering each time the Tempest's rear thudded into him. His arms flopped around aimlessly and by the time she was finished with the assault Triumph lay in a heap, gasping for breath, his head slumped against the turnbuckle and hands hooked over the bottom ropes, helpless.

[Bare]

Xiomara smirked sadistically down at Triumph while remaining seated following her brutal series of bounces on his chest. Rolling backwards she’d lean back pressing her hands against the mat and slowly, tantilizingly flipped backwards giving Triumph a good look at her stretched stomach, groin and ass as she landed in a crouched position before the playboy. Licking her lips she would crawl forward seductively, her chest swaying as she approached before getting to her feet in front of him before crouching again so she was closer to his level. Reaching down Xio would grip the back of his mask and force him to look up at her. “Now then still think you can stand up to me?” Xiomara asked with a mocking sneer knowing the poor boy was beaten silly and would barely be able to respond to taunt. But he would. She’d make sure of it.

[arktriumph]

One thing had been made abundantly clear in the short time the match had been running. Triumph had sorely underestimated the curvaceous Temptress, and now she was making an absolute fool of him! Still, sitting in a breathless heap in the corner, there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it.

The bumbling playboy's eyes were transfixed as Xiomara flipped her exquisite body backwards before crawling towards him on all fours, breasts swaying hypnotically as she came. His mouth opened dumbly as she approached, before she grabbed him by the mask, forcing him to look her in the eye.

"Nghh..." he moaned faintly. "N-no.... I can't..." It was hardly a surprise for her, or anyone watching, but the admission still made Triumph's cheeks blush red with humiliation. His chest heaved up and down as he fought for breath, helpless to do anything more than stare into his beauteous conqueror's eyes.